The flow of seeking

Sometimes the shape first envisioned upon a piece of wood becomes transformed by a moment's glimpse of something there deep within the grain - a flow that takes my eyes into a new direction, where there is nothing planned, and nothing to be planned, as shades of potential begin to emerge as metal and skin seek shape upon the wood...

Leaves

I heard an interesting statement the other day: "There are about six million leaves on an average large oak tree..."